Lyrical Breakdown of Fly Rich (feat. Tyga & Birdman) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fly Rich (feat. Tyga & Birdman)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fly Rich (feat. Tyga & Birdman)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Future employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Future's narrative.
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DJ Stevie J! (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas! (By any mean necessary)
Rich niggas! (We were born like this)
Fly shit!
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out (that's right)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out (yeah)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about (YMCV)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
Ayy, quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the fuck off (off)
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard
King shit, Versace tiles, I ain't dryin' off
Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn't walk on
Jesus walked on water, so I'mma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers (hi-yay!)
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty for the feesha, I just payed my mama's Visa
You in the club breathin', that Ten X, you niggas Beavis
She give me butthead, get brain like a genius
I got that dope shit, the '80s chrome Alpinas
(White Beamer) my son gon' inherit this flow
You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole, ha!
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out (yeah)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
Young nigga, we Rich Gang, came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne
Black Double-R with your bitch, mane
With that top off and that drop head
Pull up on 'em, they drop dead
Niggas talkin' that bird shit
When them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work from the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk, we'll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother?
These niggas don't want no problems
'Cause I'll kill all y'all dead, put a price on your head
Get your brain, I doubt it (whooo!)
I be on that fly shit, M-O-B that mob shit
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 shit, 50 racks for that ride, shit
That ain't yours, that's my bitch
You clocked out and I signed in
We young niggas, we grindin', we shinin' like diamonds, whoa!
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
(Fuck what y'all talkin' about)
Make them pop ten bottles like, "Give me ten more!"
I'm in the club passin' weed to the bitches, like "Hit this shit!"
Your stupid ass outside talkin' 'bout get me in!
Should've known I was a fool, when I moved
When I pulled up in that binnett Bentley
Told y'all I was gangster, still somethin' like a pimp
Don't say I didn't!
Million-dollar flow, got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for niggas like me, wish a motherfucker would touch that rope
(Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers, thugs, goons, beasts, gorillas)
(Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas, jets, cribs, condos, villas)
Say that, then (hold up)
Goddamn right, bitch I've been flyin' since way back when
(That's right) I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that there
Burnin' up the track like a motherfuckin' matchstick
You know that him
Tryna shine when you come around stars like us
They do look dim (hi-yay)
Ain't got your game tight, ain't got your swag up
Shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big
Nigga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch
So sorry that your girl's suckin' my dick
Throwin' money in the air like I'm sick of this shit
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out (we be on our fly shit!)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out (you see us, right? Fly shit!)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about (swag or die)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about (and we high)
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out (haha, Rich Gang)
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out (DJ Stevie J!)
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
(Stand-a salute!)